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ISBN:  9781780804118
Author:  Becky Bell
Word Count:  17,690
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After a while I heard the door opening. Having one sense removed increases the sensitivity of the others, and I could smell musky cologne. I heard footsteps crossing the room, then a hand touched my leg, caressing my thigh. It moved up over my belly and squeezed both my tits. I moaned through the gag. The hand grasped the tongue of the zip and pulled it the length of my body, right down between my legs...

Variety is the spice of life, and there's certainly spice in the range of sexual adventures in these BDSM short stories. Slaves of both sexes are disciplined and bound, whipped and humiliated and made to perform all sorts of kinky acts for the pleasures of their masters and mistresses.

But it is not all bondage, discipline, submission and domination. Men and women indulging in bisexuality, cross-dressing, threesomes, swinging foursomes, bukkake, strict corporal punishment and rubber fetishism are all featured in these stories by Becky Bell, one of the most successful writers in the field of erotic fiction.

I drew the silky beige French knickers up my legs. They made a deliciously erotic noise as they rasped against the nylon of my flesh-coloured stockings, held in place by a tight suspender belt. The feeling of the soft silk as I pulled it up over my hips and my fully erect cock was so intense it made me shudder with pleasure. My buttocks tingled too. I'd just had six strokes from the cane and the cool silk was soothing against my superheated rear.
   'All right, you know what to do now,' my wife Jackie said coldly.
   I did. I picked up the lacy bra, its large cups filled with silicon breasts, and shucked myself into it, even managing, with a minor act of contortion, to do up the clasp at the back. Then I raised my arms over my head so Jackie could wrap the fiercely boned waspie, matching my other lingerie, around my waist. She laced it up at the back, pulling it so tight I could hardly breathe. Then she stood back to admire her work.
   'Not bad,' she mused. 'Now for the rest.'
   She had laid out a clinging, shiny, dark purple dress. I stepped into it and pulled it up over my body. It was short and only just covered the stocking tops and suspenders.
   'What are we going to do about this?' she said, slapping my erect cock with her hand. It was outlined against the tight material of the dress. 'It spoils everything, doesn't it?'
   'Yes, mistress,' I said. I was only allowed to speak when spoken to. Often, if I had behaved badly and upset her, my wife would gag me at the beginning of the evening and I would have to stay like that all night.
   'Pull your skirt up.'
   I did as I was told. Jackie sat on the side of the bed and opened the bedside drawer. She took out a length of thin rubber tubing. She pulled my cock out of the leg of the French knickers and jerked back my foreskin. She tied one end of the tubing tightly around the ridge at the base of my glans, then yanked my cock down against my leg and tied the other end around my thigh above the stocking-top.    It was very uncomfortable but my wife never cared about that. She wriggled my dress back down.
   I looked in the mirror. With my blonde wig, my thick make-up and false eyelashes, and now no bulge in the front of my dress, I made a passable woman. I was made to shave all the hair from my body every morning, including the hair on my head, which made it easier to fit my wig. Despite all the humiliation and discomfort it caused me, dressing as a woman was my biggest thrill.
   Next to me my wife, a raven-haired beauty, was dressed in a glossy skintight black leotard, shiny black tights and high-heeled court shoes. The crotch of the leotard cut deeply into her sex, where I knew she held a large dildo in place. I knew because I'd had to push it up there minutes before.
   Quickly, before she prompted me with a slap, I climbed into my high-heeled shoes. They were torture to walk in, but they made my legs look so long and slender I didn't mind.
   My wife pulled my hands behind my back and clipped them into metal handcuffs. She stood back to admire her handiwork, making tiny adjustments by fluffing up my wig at the back and pulling down the skirt of the dress.
   My cock throbbed against its tight bindings as I thought I knew full well what my wife had in mind to put me through. But I was in for a surprise. I heard the doorbell ring...

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